Hallelujah!

I was worried I tore a muscle or had one of those fucking impingements like I had in my twenties, born blocking a spike in a beach volleyball and lasted roughly eight years, before I decided to do physio.

(Also, benefits – I didn’t have benefits for a while, and booze was a more effective use of my money than physio. Numbs the pain and/or makes it irrelevant, plus, you know, fun!)

The pain is still there, but way less than it was yesterday, so wherever it was pinched, it’s better now.

Hallelujah. Back to work then, without the pain, and hopefully, with better focus (although, it’s not looking good).

Maybe booze would help.

Target: 300 words
Written: 812 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Is Your Genius At Work?, Dick Richards (Dick Dicks!)
Comics: Fight Club 3 10-12
Music: Young Modern, Silverchair (such an underrated album)

You know how sometimes, the most ridiculous injuries don’t come from extreme sports or epic falls or massive collisions?

You know how sometimes, everything’s going along just peachy, minus the high blood pressure, and then, you grab a towel, to dry your dog off, after she goes out to pee?

You know how you not particularly vigorously towel her off, and then somehow, pull or pinch something in your shoulder so there’s acute, stabbing pain every time you reach for or pull something, anything, like a drawer or a cat dish off the floor?

You know, that stuff. Happens every day.

Use a towel, fuck your shoulder.

I am in terrible shape, apparently.

Target: 300 words
Written: 973 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: One Small Step Can Change Your Life: The Kaizen Way, Robert Maurer (fave?)
Comics: Fight Club 3 6-9
Music: Young Americans, David Bowie